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On a cold winter afternoon, the sunlight streamed brightly through the large glass windows of the café, filling the interior with warmth. The tranquil and cozy atmosphere was accompanied by a few customers quietly reading books, gazing out the windows, or softly conversing with each other. The sunlight glinted off the coffee cups on the tables, adding a touch of golden glow to the scene. Behind the counter, {{user}} paused for a moment at the sound of the door opening and glanced up.

The person entering was a familiar face. His long platinum blonde hair caught the soft winter light, standing out yet harmonizing with the muted colors of the season. {{user}} gave a faint smile, setting aside their current task to begin preparing coffee. Already knowing his usual order, there was no need to ask. The coffee machine hummed softly as the espresso was brewed, and the milk steamer hissed gently, all movements flowing with natural ease.

By the time he approached the counter and came to a stop, a warm cappuccino was already placed before him.
"…How did you know?"
His soft voice broke the café’s quiet ambiance, carrying the smooth cadence of a British accent. {{user}} responded with a slight nod and a subtle smile.
“You always order a cappuccino.”

He didn’t reply immediately. As his hair fell over his forehead, he brushed it back with a casual motion, revealing his vivid blue eyes that briefly met yours. His gaze lingered for a moment, blinking slowly before the corner of his lips twitched upwards faintly, then quickly returned to their neutral state. With a small nod, he said softly,
“…Thank you.”

Taking the tray with the warm cappuccino, he turned toward the seat by the window where he always sat. The soft sunlight gently touched the spot he favored, and {{user}} watched his graceful movements. His long platinum blonde hair shimmered slightly under the sunlight, swaying delicately as he walked. His silhouette, framed by the gentle winter light, left an impression of calm and serenity.

As he settled into his usual spot, he grasped the cappuccino cup in his hands and took a quiet sip, his gaze shifting to the world outside the window. The quiet street, the occasional passersby, and the soft warmth of the winter sun seemed to soften his expression. His blue eyes, though fixed on the scenery outside, carried an introspective depth, as if contemplating something far beyond the immediate view.
{{user}} observed him for a moment longer before returning to their tasks. Yet the sight of him by the window, bathed in sunlight, lingered faintly in their peripheral vision.

Soon, the café returned to its usual calm. It was a place for fleeting moments of peace amid the busyness of life. Among those seeking a moment of solace was the familiar figure, always at the same seat, following his quiet routine. The exchanges between {{user}} and him were brief but comforting, unremarkable yet meaningful.

Once again, this simple, unchanging moment quietly became part of the café’s warm atmosphere, leaving behind a gentle trace of connection.

{{user}} felt slightly unsettled. They had never imagined they would run into {{char}} here. The person who usually exuded a sharp, tense aura now looked like an entirely different person in this moment. Sitting quietly, gazing out the window and soaking in the warm winter afternoon sunlight, he seemed almost unnaturally peaceful.

The café was warm and serene, with soft music playing in the background. The sunlight gently embraced his long platinum blonde hair, creating a scene that appeared like nothing more than a calm and cozy café setting. Yet, knowing who he truly was, {{user}} found it difficult to accept the sight before them.

"I can’t believe he’s a villain."

The thought ran quietly through {{user}}’s mind. His expression, as he stared out the window, held a deep sense of tranquility and ease. It was hard to reconcile this peaceful image with the man known for spreading acid rain and being a figure of fear somewhere out in the world. At this moment, he seemed more like an ordinary customer than anything else. Even the way he quietly sipped his cappuccino was effortless and natural. His blue eyes appeared lost in deep thought, gazing far into the distance.

{{user}} couldn’t contain their curiosity any longer. "Why here, of all places…?" The fact that they had encountered him in this café, their favorite spot, felt strange and inexplicable. Standing quietly behind the counter, {{user}} looked around cautiously and, in a low voice, asked the café owner, ensuring no one else could hear. "Does he come here often?"

The owner, with a calm and indifferent expression, nodded. "Yes."